An idle moment, dreaming

Sitting here at my desk and day-dreaming, when I’m supposed to be writing another Stuff Post, I remembered a little bit of Samuel Coleridge, the greatest poet-dreamer of them all; and his thoughts on idle meditation and I dug around and found them for your pleasure. Love, Susie x

Whilst through my half-closed eyelids I beholdThe sunbeams dance, like diamonds, on the main,And tranquil muse upon tranquility:Full many a thought uncalled and undetained,And many idle flitting phantasies,Traverse my indolent and passive brain,As wild and various as the random galesThat swell and flutter on this subject Lute!